Ah, the end of another peaceful term at Hogwarts! Wilber took his seat in the throne-like chair at the middle of the dais, his old bones creaking slightly. He smiled serenely as he looked around the hall, watching students and professors alike file in. “Good evening, Dhruv and Ean,” he greeted the two gentlemen. “Any exciting summer plans?”

“Hello, Apollonia dear,” he greeted the History of Magic teacher with a smile. “What a cheery color combination you’re wearing this evening!”

Celeste likewise got a smile from the headmaster, though this smile was tinged with a hint of wistfulness. Goodbyes always made the old man a bit sentimental. “Good evening, Celeste,” he said. “What’s next for you, my dear?”

“While we’re waiting, I have a riddle for all of you,” he said, looking at the house tables once more. “What’s the difference between a wizard and a spelling bee contestant?”